Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 167 75. The Road to Godhood

Going down to the reef at night, Laike casually found a chair inlaid with gemstones and skulls in the treasure mountain, leaned on it, and looked at the locked diary in his hand.

This thing looks old at first glance, and if you touch it with your fingers, the cover of the diary will be broken if you touch it with more force.

It has been covered up by Zemlan for thousands of years, and it has only been seen in the past two days, and Zemlan's crazy appearance before his death actually called this thing his real "treasure".

It can be seen that this thing is really a bit "material".

The pirate stroked the crude cover of the notebook, his heart was beating wildly, he seemed to be able to predict what kind of secrets were described in this thing.

But first you need to unlock the lock on the diary.

Since there is a lock, there must be a corresponding key.

Bo Laike stroked the keyhole, and after a few seconds, he raised his head, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled hard.

The special skill given by the Pirate King's suit was activated, and the undead eagle named Old Bonebiter flapped its wings and appeared silently in the dark night, standing on Bu Laike's shoulder.

"That key around your neck, I need it."

Bu Laike put the old diary in his hand and shook it. When the old bone biter saw the diary, he immediately raised his head and groaned a few times. In its dark eye sockets, the sparkling soul fire also jumped a few times. .

This time Bo Laike reached for the rusty key hanging from its neck again, and Old Bonechewer didn't peck him with his beak again.

Let the pirates take the key, insert it into the lock of the diary, twist it lightly, and the diary that has been dusty for thousands of years is opened, and a rotten smell comes oncoming.

The treasures on Treasure Island let the pirates see the words on the diary clearly, and the first sentence on the first page caused Bu Laike to raise his eyebrows:

"I don't want to be a mortal anymore!"

"really."

Bu Laike was overjoyed.

When he was fighting with the Zandalari Pirate King whose strength was seriously declining, Bu Laike noticed that Zemlan had a mythical class on him.

That guy was a failed loa.

And the diary left by Zemlan should describe his journey of chasing the gods.

He read on.

The first page uses a lot of space to describe Zemlan’s own journey of making this decision, more like his summary of the first half of his life:

"Today, one of my captains died.

Not dying of looting, not dying of fighting, but dying of old age at the end of life.

For a pirate, this is a rare kind of luck.

We had a sea burial for him, and everyone on the boat was celebrating for him. My dishonest first mate, Gaboya, even shed tears hypocritically.

But I don't think it's a kind of happiness.

He is the most brutal servant of the Pirate Lord of Zandalar, a famous pirate in the sea, and his name is used by the nobles of Zuldazar to scare their misbehaving youngsters.

He accompanied me through the golden city of Zuldazar.

Join me in pursuing the remnants of the naga in the Maelstrom and looting their cities.

He also worked with me to intercept the group of strange elves who left Kalimdor and went to the wild land to reclaim wasteland.

But he died.

None of this makes sense anymore.

As his captain, I would die too.

Even though I've lived a long time as a troll, death is still approaching every day, and Bwonsamdi will take me eventually, just as he took my men today.

what!

I'm pretty much the most powerful pirate in the world already.

I am sitting on a wealth coveted by countless people. Those who want to kill me can line up from the coast of the Voldun Desert to the dark heart of Nazmir.

I have extraordinary power, I enjoy worldly first-class power, and I have conquered the sea.

Whether it's the Golden Lord of Zandalar or the Moon Priest of Kalimdor, my name will be in their palaces and echoes in their every nightmare.

I bullied their people, robbed their treasures, burned their cities, and they could do nothing against me.

Unfortunately, the more this happens, the more empty I feel.

There was an urgency.

I can't get any closer!

The struggle of mortals has limits. As a mortal, I have too many restrictions.

There are still so many places in this world, so many secrets hidden, so many treasures!

What's in the southernmost desert of Kalimdor? What secrets lie in the mist of the South China Sea? Why did Daza, the golden king of Zandalari, lead his people away from the glorious Zul Nazman countless years ago?

I'm just a pirate, I'm not a scholar.

But these questions still make me sleepless, and their existence shows that this world is not what I see! They are laughing at me, just an ant lying on the ground and looking up at the sky.

Said that I have never seen the reality of this world.

I have traveled outside those secrets several times, but I have never been able to set foot in them.

You can see it, but you can't touch it.

It was just too uncomfortable.

Those ordinary gadgets that exude golden light, the bloody light from the tip of the knife, the burning city and the wailing of those weak people can no longer make me feel satisfied.

I must, find the answers to those mysteries! I have to go to another level to make a difference!

Not only against death

I must find a way to become a god! "

That's the end of the first page.

Bu Laike shook his head. He looked at the questions raised on the weathered animal skin paper. These secrets that Zemlan could not detect when he was young had answers in his mind.

But he won't choose to speak out.

He turned to the second page.

Gaboa, whose body was broken beside him, was recovering and screaming, while the little murloc and the old Bone Eater Eagle were already wrestling together. In the sea not far away, the shadows of the three ships belonging to Bu Laike could be vaguely seen.

They are sailing this way.

But none of this noise disturbed Laike's review of the diary.

Zemlan doesn't keep a diary every day, and it doesn't include the frivolity of a captain being dishonest, or cursing some stupid enemy.

This unscrupulous pirate king will only record important things on it.

"I spoke to the priests of Sand Della, the Goddess of Conspiracy, and bought from them the means to steal the power of the loa.

I found a bunch of junk specifically to please Old Ghani, the patron saint of secrets, and learned some secrets from him that only the loa would share.

I even went deep into the ruins of Nazmir and discussed the blood gods they worship with the blood troll barbarians.

They generously taught me how to corrupt a god with blood magic.

I went to Zurragob to visit the remnants of the once glorious Gurubashi Empire. In order to maintain its strength, those idiots even believed in an evil god!

Really made me, a rude pirate, laugh out loud.

I have not traveled thousands of miles, and went to the territory of the forest trolls.

The Amani Empire is growing stronger, and they are attacking the group of elves who migrated to that barren land, but I am not interested in war, what I am looking for is the weakness of the loa they believe in.

But it turns out that those bird gods are weak and capricious, they are not worthy of worship, and should be left to the stupid Amani tribe!

It's been a long journey.

But it inspired me a lot and I learned a lot.

It's easy to become a pure spirit loa.

Many trolls before me have been 'blessed' with this honor, but that's not what I want, it means I have to abandon my body.

Like a ghost, attached to a powerful loa.

But a real Loa God should be composed of two parts, the soul and the body.

The soul is immortal, the body is immortal.

The two must be combined into one, so that I can transcend the mundane and reach the realm of the gods I long for.

I also planned to go to the cold north to visit the frost trolls who were driven out of Zandalar for their rudeness.

But during the trip, I received a secret message.

I must return to Zandalar, to the place where I was born. The serpent people in the Vol'dun Desert are subtly divided, and the temple of Setaris guarded by them is becoming increasingly empty.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was already in front of me.

In that temple is buried the god of the snake people, the powerful and mystical Mistress Setaris, who is dead, but I know that the snake people have been trying to resurrect their god.

Before his death, Sitaris had left a ray of hope for his own resurrection.

Her hope will also become my hope. "

After reading this, Laike blinked.

He probably expected that Zemlan, who was full of confidence, would encounter some problems next.

Although the pirate king Zemlan was well prepared, he still underestimated what a loa could do. He turned to the next page, and it was exactly as he expected:

"Damn it! She can still feel it!

Even though she has been dead for thousands of years, she can still perceive what happened in the material world! The egg that conceived the loa's body was less than ten meters in front of my eyes!

But I can't get any closer to it.

The angry spirit of Setaris cursed me from another world.

She sent down a bolt of lightning that wiped out all my preparations.

Her followers discovered my infiltration.

Snake people are crazy!

All the snakemen of Vol'dun gathered and launched an attack on my port. They were dominated by the fanaticism of the gods, and they attacked my men as if they were not afraid of death.

I have lost a lot.

The prophets of the three snake people have prepared a devastating sorcery, my fleet is about to end, today

I heard Bwonsamdi laugh.

I know that that nasty Grim Reaper has been watching my actions.

It has been waiting for this moment, looking forward to my desperate situation, bowing its head to him, it must have prepared a deal for me, but I will not let it happen.

My ritual is ready, just a touch of mojo to activate it.

Although it is frustrating not to be able to obtain a body of a god, but in the current situation, if I can complete the promotion of the soul, I can still keep my fleet, my power and my wealth.

I'm only short of a cloud of mojo from the gods.

It doesn't matter if it's from Setaris or Bwonsamdi, as long as there's a cloud of mojo.

Once I become a loa, even Bwonsamdi can't take me away.

At this moment, I want to agree to Bwonsamdi's deal, cheat him of the magic essence, and then complete my road to becoming a god.

It's easy, it's not hard.

As long as I cheat death."

This is the end of the diary, and the length is not long.

But the final ending leaves a lingering aftertaste.

After Zemlan's plan to seize the power of the serpent man's god failed, he chose to deceive Bwonsamdi in desperation. Like a gambler who loses everything and ends up putting all his eggs in one basket.

Zemlan's failed promotion proved that Bwonsamdi was not so easy to cheat.

And the things recorded in this diary also prove that Bwonsamdi's curse on this land is not just because Zemlan did not complete the transaction.

This represents Bwonsamdi's warning to those overreaching who seek to claim its power.

"Zemlan's failure is because he underestimated the difficulty of this matter. It's not that there is something wrong with the ritual itself, he just chose the wrong target."

Bo Laike flipped the diary to the next page, and Zemlan generously left the power-taking rituals and methods he had used, which made Bo Laike a treasure.

He stroked the weathered animal skin paper in front of him, and said:

"From the beginning, we aimed at a powerful loa like Setaris, and after the failure, we found a guy like Bwonsamdi, Zemran's adventure plan was doomed to fail from the beginning.

His ambition was so great that he forgot to look at his feet, and then he stumbled.

If it's me doing it, then I will."

He stood up from the chair on Treasure Mountain, looked towards the direction of the Voldun Desert, and whispered:

"There, there is a body of a powerful loa that is being conceived. And in this world, there are loa believed by trolls everywhere, and those creatures that transcend death are everywhere.

I just need to be patient and cautious, and learn enough experience from the two failed paths to becoming gods, Gul'dan and Zemlan.

Well, that doesn't sound difficult at all. "

(end of this chapter)